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20/06/2026

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🚨 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: Manchester United could make a surprise move for Khvicha Kvaratskhelia. This will be an ambitious high profi...
09/03/2026

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.It's expensive to be poor Written by Lizzie WashingtonChapter Five – When the Dust SettlesThey say revolutions end when...
08/03/2026

.It's expensive to be poor

Written by Lizzie Washington

Chapter Five – When the Dust Settles

They say revolutions end when the shouting stops.
But that’s not true.
Sometimes they end in whispers
in the quiet moments when you finally realize you’ve survived.

It’s been a year since the first thread was cut. Since Mara sold her last piece of jewelry to buy the second-hand machine that started everything.

The workshop looks different now. The walls are painted the color of sunrise soft orange and forgiving. They have two fans that actually work. The sign above the door says:

THE THREAD SISTERS – SEWING A NEW TOMORROW.

It’s hand-painted, imperfect, and radiant.

Women still come and go. Some stay for months, others for a season. They leave stronger, louder, braver. And that, Mara thinks, is enough.

Because the goal was never to escape poverty alone. It was to tear a hole in it big enough for others to climb through.

The city hasn’t changed much. The roads are still cracked, the power still cuts out mid-needlework, and the politicians still visit when cameras are near.

But the people?
They’ve changed.

Mothers now bargain less out of desperation, more out of pride.
Daughters now speak about dreams like they’re something they can own.
Even the boys who used to mock the women’s group now come by to repair zippers and joke that they “believe in women’s work” too.

Change is slow, but it’s happening.

One afternoon, Mara sits outside the shop, watching the street shimmer in heat. She hears laughter from insid the kind that makes the day feel lighter. She sips her tea and lets her mind wander.

She remembers her younger self walking miles for water, pretending hunger was a form of fasting. That girl believed poverty was her inheritance.
Now she knows better.

Poverty isn’t inherited it’s imposed.
It’s the invisible tax you pay for being born in the wrong place, with the wrong name, without the right connections.
It’s every “maybe later,” every “not yet,” every dream that’s called unrealistic because it doesn’t fit the pockets of the powerful.

And yet, here she is unrealistic, alive, and unbroken.

As evening falls, Mara writes in her small notebook.

" I used to think being poor was about lacking money"
Now I know it’s about being charged for your own hope.
Every day you fight to prove your humanity in a system built to doubt it.
But we are still here. Still stitching. Still rising.”

She closes the notebook, her eyes full but not heavy.

A young girl passes by, clutching a roll of fabric, eyes wide with the same hunger Mara once carried.

“Are you hiring?” the girl asks.

Mara smiles. “We always are.”

The girl follows her in. The door closes softly behind them.

And the machines begin again steady, defiant, alive.

That night, Mara walks home beneath a bruised purple sky. She doesn’t rush anymore. She knows the streets, knows their cracks and corners, knows the weight of her name and the fire in her hands.

The stars are dim tonight, but she doesn’t mind. She’s learned to make her own light.

When she reaches her door, she turns once more toward the city.

“It’s still expensive to be poor,” she whispers.
Then she smiles.
“But now, I can afford the fight.”

THE END

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WRITTEN BY LIZZIE WASHINGTON Mystery in Every Word(An Epistle to Women)Woman — mystery in every word.Salt of the earth. ...
08/03/2026

WRITTEN BY LIZZIE WASHINGTON

Mystery in Every Word

(An Epistle to Women)

Woman — mystery in every word.
Salt of the earth. Flame in stillness. The calm after every storm.
The world feels hollow without your hum,
for you are both question and answer —
the silence and the song.

They told you to stay quiet,
so you learned the art of speaking without sound,
building universes from gestures, from sighs,
from the tilt of your chin when pain tries to own you.
But even when you whisper, the earth listens.

You bend, but you do not break.
You weep, yet your tears turn into rivers that feed nations.
You fall, and still — you rise,
graceful like dawn, stubborn like fire.

You carry generations in your bones,
dreams that never belonged to you alone.
You bear names, weights, and wounds —
but you still move with elegance,
as though heartbreak was choreography.

They call you fragile,
but glass only shatters when it’s mishandled.
And when it does, you cut deeper than steel.
You are glass, flame, ocean tide —
soft, wild, infinite.

When you love, you do it like creation —
without apology, without measure.
You pour light into broken things
and still find beauty in the fragments.
Your forgiveness is rebellion.
Your kindness, a revolution.

You are not half of anything —
you are the whole story, written in cursive strength.
You are the sentence, the scripture, the song.
The world spins softer when you breathe.

And when they try to define you,
smile — and let them fail.
You are too vast for small words.
You are too real for cages.

You, woman — are the mystery in every word,
the rhythm in every silence,
the breath that keeps the world alive. 🌹✨
Happy women's Day

BROKEN IN SILENCE CHAPTER 8(MOVING ON, HEALING PROCESS)Everything happened so fast, I was no longer proud of myself, I b...
07/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
CHAPTER 8

(MOVING ON, HEALING PROCESS)

Everything happened so fast, I was no longer proud of myself, I became even more quiet than I was, naturally. As if I was told never to speak again.

I kept hearing voices that condemns me in my head.
I imagined things that scares the living day light out of me.

"What if I had died?" I kept asking myself...

All that happened at Val's place kept coming like a flash, it was a memory I never lost.

With time, I was able to move one, though not completely because, even though I had given Cj a chance, flash back of what happened at Val's place keeps playing whenever we wanted to make out, this made the whole thing painful and it became my worse night mare, but with Cj's soft approach, I was able to croos the bridge peacefully.

Being with Cj was very peaceful and fun that I would always lie to mom just so I could go visit him.

At this point I was fully 21, my birthday had passed and I am now a big girl, but at my age, I still needed to give a two weeks permission notice before actually going out. This made me to always cook up a lie ahead of time so I could freely go out, and I would also be given time to return home.

My mom later found out about my relationship with Cj, though she wasn't sure so she needed to confirm from me first and trust Nigerian mothers, she asked as if she was already sure of what she was saying.

"So, you dey friend that boy wey I warn you about?" Mom asked angrily.
I know my mom and I know when she's speaking from what she heard so I could tell that she had just heard gist from people, maybe her friend, Aunty Chinwe had told her, that one, she's a gossip, her shop is a center of gist, whether truth or not she has every details of every rumor in Iriebe.

"Mummy, no oh, hah!! Who tell you that one?, Nothing like that abeg"
I tried convincing her till she believed me.
Though it became an anthem at home, Cj's name never left her mouth as she would always say "I no want hear say you and that boy get anything oh" and I will reply
"Yes mommy"

My mom is a very good woman and I knew she was only protecting me but my love for Cj knew no bound, so I thought of other ways to go about it... I had to stop visiting CJ for a while so mom would have no reason to suspect anything anymore...

Managing my love life with family was kinda difficult because, but I tried, though it had huge effect on my relationship.

"Stella what happened? You stopped coming to my place, why?" CJ asked while we were on a call.
"Mom suspected that we are dating, I didn't want her to keep suspecting that is why I stopped visiting" I explained to him.

So why don't we tell your mom that we are dating, I mean, I'm bigger than this hide and seek game you're trying to play or do you have someone els? CJ started sounding angry.

Why are you getting upset now? I am only scared of my mom, I don't want to know what she can do, she's capable of anything and I'm not ready now. I tried to convince him but he seems to be more upset.
" So who is val' I
" Val? I tried to act dumb
" I saw the text he sent to you , what was he apologizing for and who is he to you?

" Can we talk about this when we see? I tried to calm him down
" Okay then coming hom now
" You know I can't just live home like that
" If you care about this relationship then you'll come,
Okay hold on,am coming now.

I dressed up, and lied to my mum that I was going to see my friend Alex , I had already called alex to explain to her where I was going.
Christy was no longer there to cover me because she had gone to school at osun state

I didn't tell you about Alex earlier she's my friend, I met her few months after I started dating CJ, she's new at our church and just joined the choir, we became super close. Alex is 4years older but she understands me very well so she became my new cover up
(Smiles).....

To be continued...
✍🏽 Stella Uyo💫🌹

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06/03/2026

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BROKEN IN SILENCE Chapter 7By Stella Uyo(THE DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET)I had gotten to Rumuokoro junction as directed by V...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
Chapter 7
By Stella Uyo

(THE DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET)

I had gotten to Rumuokoro junction as directed by Val,
I called and told him.

"Okay just look for an eatry and wait there for me I'm coming"

Before 5mins, he was there and we bought snacks and went to his little but expensive apartment.

We had few interesting discussions, played games, and had our snack when all of a sudden Val became Touchy

I felt it was the normal kinda approach with Kingsley, I enjoyed the touch, and returned the kiss.

Val was romancing me in a way that I couldn't explain what was happening,
I knew something was up...

I saw the erected D!

BROKEN IN SILENCE Chapter 6By Stella uyo Kingsley became a memory, one that I cant forget, My first love, the very firs...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
Chapter 6
By Stella uyo

Kingsley became a memory, one that I cant forget, My first love, the very first guy I imagined walking down the Isle with.

Moving forward, I met Valentine, a very handsome, calm looking church boy...
I met him at my cousin's church uptown.

We exchanged numbers and got talking, I was so comfortable around him.
I even introduced him to my mom.
For the first time I opened up to my mother about having a boyfriend.

On the other hand was James, we call him CJ, a very funny guy, who almost sees through me and know what I meant to say each moment I try to lie.

Cj's family house isn't far from ours, he's 9 years older as well. He had been asking me out for a long time but I didn't pay attention, but after the breakup with Kingsley, I had to choose between Val and CJ.

Although I didn't tell my mom about Cj because, she knows him already and would not accept, CJ was known for being the "ladies' man" so I rather kept it from my mom.

Cj came to visit one of the days mom wasn't around and, trust my neighbours, they did their job on time.
"Stella, who come visit you for this house?" Mom queried
Ah, I'm finished, my heart beat increased, knowing that my mom wouldn't hesitate to hit me.
I couldn't say a word still.
"I know say na Christopher pikin, na wetin them tell me be that"
"Mummy he just came to see me oh finish"
"My pikin, I just want tell you to dey careful, that boy no be better person"

My mom not liking him was enough reason to cut him off but I just like him like that. I didn't care what people say about him.

Choosing between Valentine and Cj was difficult, they both arr handsome, caring, and has same dress sense, this plane trouser and shirt kinda fashion that I love, almost like a corporate wear.
Both are same age, just 3 months difference.

I didn't know who to choose so I kept them both hanging, though i gave Val more attention, because I felt he was better since he's a church boy.

Christy never liked val, each time he calls, she gets so irritated, according to her, she had to idea why she hated him, butbshe felt like he's not a good person.
"Madam keep quiet, val is a church boy, he can't hurt a fly na" I would always attack her. I really liked val, I would say more than Cj.

Val had asked me to visit him and I accepted to go, I thought it would be as easy as it was with Kingsley, of course I trusted Val, he was a church boy, he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

It was that very day I experienced real pain for the first time...

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✍🏾 STELLA UYO 💫

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